The Philadelphia Book, Or, Specimens of Metropolitan Literature

the dismal vale she had shown me, as there she was not only despised, but outraged and insulted. Suddenly a loud cry and the trampling of horses awoke me; and I found myself in the grove, where I had fallen asleep, and a large pack of hounds, and many horsemen were diverting themselves in a fox chase.”

Upon our hearts imprest! Time's rolling years shall hallow them in light. Farewell! for ever-Kosciusko sleeps: The last is fallen now, for whom an empire weeps !

PHILADELPHIANS.

BY W. H. DAVIDSON.

As a true Philadelphian, strongly attached to my native city, and jealous of her reputation, I have often felt mortified on hearing remarks made in disparagement of her hospitality and friendliness towards strangers. If it be so, that the inhabitants of this metropolis are really wanting in attention to a virtue so amiable as hospitality, it is time that a reformation should take place; and every one who has the spirit of brotherly love in his breast, or who desires to promote improvement in all that is s lovely and of good report,” should make it his endeavour to contribute to the attainment of a better character in this respect.

It does not become us, when we are censured for coldness towards strangers, to be affronted, and hasty in denying the charge; but rather to enquire how far we are justly liable to blame, and by what means our manners may be amended. That the inhabitants of Philadelphia possess the qualities essential to friendship and genuine civility, has not been questioned by any who have frequented our city ; on the contrary, the substantial virtues of our citizens have been much eulogised. Strangers, however, have complained of a certain reserve of manner and formality in our conduct to them, at least upon first acquaintance; and it has been frequently said that our sister cities are not liable to this imputation. At